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Homosexual:(adjective)
Based on or showing a sexual attraction to those of the same sex.

This is me. I am a definition. Simply a statistic.
When someone says that they want to be with someone forever, I don't think that they completely understand the whole meaning of the word. A forever is a pretty long freaking time. And one little minuscule second in that forever can change the rest of your forever forever. I am one of those people that is just kind of there. Like you know me, but you don't really want to be with me. I am like that spot of dirt on the cafeteria floor that is always there and no matter how hard you try to scrub it out it just won't leave. And when I had finally come to terms with my quote unquote gayness, the people that didn't really want to hang with me sure as hell didn't. By then it was senior year and my mom was pretty much worried about the reason that I didn't want to go to prom.

"Jared, we need to talk."

"About?" I said putting my pencil down and looking at her.

"Prom." She looked at me expectantly.

"I'm not going." I said quietly looking down at my lap.

"Why? The Prom is a pinnacle of your high school years. You could even just go with Will." I let out a large sigh.

"Will has a date already." I said.

"Then why don't you just get a date?" I felt my face get red.

"Because okay? Just stop pressing the issue!?" She went back to drying her dishes before taking a deep breath and turning back to me.

"Jared. You have to talk to me okay?"

"It's not like you care anyways." I said under my breath.

"What did you say?"

"NOTHING!" I yelled getting mad. I stood up and picked up my books. "Just leave me the fuck alone." I stormed out of the kitchen and went back to my room. I placed everything back to where it had been before I left for school this morning. Everything always had to perfect: books put away, bed made, clothes folded and put in drawers. I sat on my bed and looked at myself in the mirror. My hair is Raven black, cut short on the sides and longer on the top. My almost black eyes shine bright behind my thin eyelashes. I studied my hands, they are thin and nimble, calloused and crooked. I am skinny as a rail, it's a fast metabolism I tell people, but really I just don't like to eat much. I tired of looking at my thin face and sharply cut features and got up throwing a baseball on my side table at the nearest wall. I heard my dads car horn blare signaling that he was home and quickly dipped out my window and sat on the roof. My mom came up into my room and stood behind the window.

"Jared. I understand that you are upset, but you need to come downstairs. Your father is expecting some guests." I nodded my head and slowly trudged down the stairs and sat at our dining room table. I sat through dinner and my parents talking to some big shot guy that I didn't give a shit about. As they left I was still sitting there and pushing around some vanilla ice cream around a bowl. My dad came to sit next to me and put his hand over mine. I flinched at his touch.

"What is wrong Jared?" I looked around the room quickly, down at my ice cream and then my eyes met with his before I cowered out and looked down into the bowl. Tell them Jared, you will feel so much better if you just tell them. I'm gay. The voice in my head echoed. "Say that again?" He said with fake concern in his voice. Shit. I said that out loud.

"I'm gay." I said exhausted at those two words.

"WHAT?!" They said in unison.

"What the hell Jared? How can you say something like that?" My mom said placing a hand on my shoulder. I laughed. They though I was joking.

"I'm gay. I like guys. I am attracted to the male species of human." I said simply. A look of complete disgust took host on their faces. My mom dropped the plate she was holding sending small shards of ceramic over the floor.

"Go to your room." My dad said exasperatedly. I ran up the stairs and sat in my bed. My breath came in short spurts and my hands shook. Panic attack. God no. Not right now. My knees buckled and I fell on the floor reaching for my phone. I unlocked it after several attempts and my eyes going fuzzy I finally managed to call Will.

"Will... I need you to come here now." I said trying to catch my breath.

"Are you okay?" He said with genuine worry.

"Just come please." I said. "Come straight up to the roof." I hung up and waited. He climbed up the huge juniper tree that met up at my window and climbed through the window. I had opened it earlier and sat on my bed as soon as I had calmed down enough to move. He sat beside me his sandy brown hair falling in his face and covering his light blue eyes.

"What can I do ya for jar-jar- bear?"

"Don't call me that..."

"I like it! It's got a nice ring to it." He said looking at me from the side. "Are you okay?"

"I told them." I said more enthusiastically than I had hoped. His eyes lit up.

"How did it go?"

"Well, they sent to my room." I inhaled sharply. "Tomorrow my mom will call the school, ask to speak to the principle and then tell him that I am gay. Then he will have a school wide meeting and tell every single teacher. After that he will send out a mass email." He looked impressed by my evaluation.

"I don't think so." He said simply.

"Yup!" I said popping the p. I hear my dads heavy footsteps in the stairs. "Shit... Dude, can I crash at your place?"

"Jared. Let's talk about this."

"Of course amigo! ¡Mi casa Es tú casa!" My dad crashed into the room with his eyes blazing. I grabbed my backpack and climbed out my window following Will.

"Jared!" My dad called.

"That is my name. Please don't wear it out."

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